Keys To The Country Songtext
von Chris Janson

I don′t know where I can find
The finest wine in town
And I don't know where the velvet rope
Unhooks for the uptown crowd
I don′t know the name of the restaurant
Where the valet parked your ride
But I know where to buy ice cold beer
Where to tear up a Friday night

'Cause I got the key to the country
Sitting in my F-350
I know where to park, way out in the dark
Where the stars shine down so pretty
Got the keys to the gate to the Johnson's lake
A little honey hole, to take you, honey
I ain′t got the keys to the city
But I got the keys to the country


I got the inside track, I can take you back
To a fresh cut bottomland field
And there′s a little bit of water
Still standing in the corner
If you feel like spinning this wheels

And there's a crack in the roof
Where the moon shines through
If you wanna hide out in a barn
We can set up shop, and let the tailgate drop
Have our own little flatbed bar

Baby, I got the keys to the country
Sitting in my F-350
I know where to park, way out in the dark
Where the stars shine down so pretty
Got the keys to the gate to the Johnson′s lake
A little honey hole to take you, honey
I ain't got the keys to the city
But I got the keys to the country

Do you wanna ride, do you wanna roll?
Get a little green grass on your soul
Tell me where to turn, where you wanna go
′Cause I got the keys to the country


I got the keys to the country
Sitting in my F-350
I know where to park, way out in the dark
Where the stars shine down so pretty
Got the keys to the gate to the Johnson's lake
A little honey hole to take you, honey
I ain′t got the keys to the city
But I got the keys to the country

Do you wanna ride, do you wanna roll?
Get a little green grass on your soul
Tell me where to turn, where you wanna go
'Cause I got the keys to the country

Know these lonely roads by name
I can get you where most boy's can′t